[Arashi] Moonlight
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neko_kirin3104Title: Moonlight
Group/Pairing: Arashi/ Juntoshi (Jun/Ohno)
Prompt: Author’s Choice- Ohno’s Birthday+Vampire Ohno
Word Count: 2699
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU-Vampires/Fluff ¬.¬
Summary: Satoshi meets Jun on a night when the moon is full and his heart is barely beating.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yun_miyake and eiko_lotus’s Juntoshi Fic Contest and because Jun said he wanted a vampire!Ohno XD (Only Star, November 2013)
He sees the man at a rarely visited area of the dimly lit forest park, leaning casually against a tree and looking absolutely majestic under the slivers of moonlight touching his face, like they too, are attracted to him.
The man is holding a small black box in his right hand, playing with it, throwing it up lightly and catching it with a swoop over and over while humming softly to himself.
The man is obviously waiting for someone. And it’s obviously not him.
Satoshi begins to approach anyway. He knows he must look slightly out of it, what with his blood-soaked shirt and blood smeared lips.
The man looks at him and doesn’t even flinch.
Then he smiles and somewhere in an untapped corner of Satoshi’s heart, he feels a small, as yet unfamiliar tug that stops him in his tracks and makes him forget for that one short moment what he has intended to do.
He smiles back, intentionally baring his fangs.
#
The man is running now and Satoshi is hardly keeping up.
He has never expected his prey to move this fast, like the man isn’t even human.
Satoshi is starting to doubt if he’s entirely not-human himself.
Where’s the super strength? The super speed? Why does he have to work this hard for his first meal?
Then again, why is he even giving chase when he can just turn around and find a more willing prey somewhere else?
Satoshi thinks this, but his body does the complete opposite.
They keep running, down quiet streets and into dark alleyways until they’re both eventually caught in an unforeseen dead-end.
Well, Satoshi can’t really say he hasn’t seen this coming.
The man turns around and looks at him. Satoshi can almost swear he saw a smirk touch those elegant lips a second before the pretty face stretches into a voiceless scream.
The famished vampire doesn’t waste a moment to pounce.
And bite.
#
Satoshi knows he’s dying. It’s only a matter of time.
It’s pretty hard to deny this now that he can practically feel himself bleeding from the half-healed bite wounds on his neck that has just reopened for some reason, and he’s gagging himself numb from the coppery aftertaste of the blood he has just forced down his throat.
He falls to his hands and knees and barely hears the abrupt thud of the man he has just bitten dropping in a gasping heap beside him.
“Please,” the man says, his voice more air than sound. “Please... Please... Stop...”
A small part of Satoshi wants to laugh. Who is this man kidding? His limbs are not even strong enough to hold him up for another minute! Where in the world would he find the strength for a follow-up attack?
Then again, he’s also still very hungry, so hungry that even his fresh new fangs are trembling, and there seems to be no other human in sight.
Not that feeding on this particular human is helping him anyway. If anything, it’s just making him feel worse!
He doesn’t like the taste of blood at all. And although it feels warm inside his mouth, it draws the coldest chill down his throat when he swallows, staggering his nerves and smothering his senses.
Is there a proper way of doing this that he hasn’t been told about? Because he seriously hates having to figure out these things on his own—
Then again, how the hell did he end up in this tight pinch anyway? In this alley with this man?
Satoshi tries to turn his head to the side and groans, his insides coiling from the persistent burn of his unsatisfied hunger, more so when the thick scent of blood in the air clamps over his nose like a wad of freshly trimmed tuna.
“Please,” he hears the man say again, and it pulls him back into focus long enough to wonder why the man is still here. Why is he still pressing himself against the wall, clutching a hand to his bleeding neck and looking at Satoshi with those wide terror-stricken eyes?
Surely a single bite and a couple drops of blood drawn haven’t crippled the man’s ability to run and save himself, right?
Satoshi never gets to think further than this when his gut churns again like it did the first time. Gripping, paralyzing, and filling him up with so much want that he ends up sprawling on the ground, writhing and whining in agony, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist like he thinks it can help lessen the painful craving.
It doesn’t.
He wants to feed. He needs to feed.
But he doesn’t want the taste of blood touching his lips ever again.
He starts feeling cold and stiff, as though his blood, his veins, and just about everything else inside him is turning to ice. His breath hitches, his heartbeat subsides, his eyes flutter close with a sharp gasp.
He’s dying. This time, he knows this for sure.
A strange sound escapes his throat, a cross between a choked gurgle and a broken moan, when he feels a pair of arms pulling him up from the concrete.
He grumbles a wordless protest and turns his face away from the scent of blood hovering over his nose.
“Sssshhh...” says a calming voice, like a breeze wrapping him up in comfort. “Drink.”
As though compelled by an unseen force, Satoshi opens his mouth and sinks his fangs into the readily offered skin, his eyes snapping open at the sudden burst of blood from the wrist pressed against his lips.
The initial taste is not much different from what he has thrown up the first time. The passage of blood down his throat is still chilling, unpleasant, but the pair of mesmerizing eyes looking down at him with a silent command and a hint of affection distracts him enough to keep sucking and swallowing despite his discomfort.
Until he realizes it doesn’t bother him anymore. The taste, the sensations, the realization that he would have to feed on blood for the rest of his life to survive...
It takes Satoshi another moment to completely pull his senses back together and recognize the man he’s been staring at for the past couple of minutes, who has also been giving him blood like it’s the most normal thing to do.
It’s the same man he’s just bitten a while ago. Except that this man doesn’t seem all that much of a stranger anymore—
The sudden rush of memories would’ve been overwhelming if he were human, which he no longer is.
So every sight, sound, excitement and confusion of the last several hours fit right into the gaps in his memories as though they have never been lost at all.
He remembers every single moment he has spent with this man—his lover, his sire—and suddenly, his new life doesn’t seem all that bad...
“Idiot,” the man smirks, pulling his wrist away to brush his fingers affectionately down Satoshi’s cheek. “I thought for a moment there I had lost you, Satoshi.”
Satoshi grins, amused. He clutches the man’s hand and pulls it close to his lips to kiss his palm without breaking eye contact. “I remember,” he says, his gaze slipping down to the beauty marks on the man’s lips he has adored since the very second they laid eyes on each other. “I remember.”
“Took you long enough, my love...”
Satoshi sighs and leans closer into the man’s warm and protective embrace.
He doesn’t really think five hours is all that long.
But then the next moment, Jun is slipping a ring into his finger and is telling him how it symbolizes their eternal bond, and nothing else matters anymore.
“It will also protect you from the sun, so don’t ever take it off, you hear?”
Satoshi snorts and smirks in response. “I love you, too, Jun-kun.”
#
Five hours earlier...
It felt like a lifetime ago since Satoshi Ohno found himself wandering into some random bar in a daze, not really caring where he was sitting or who he was sitting with.
As far as he was concerned, his life was already over.
He lost his job, his lover, his house, his pet dog, his everything in an interconnected string of misfortunes all crammed by the powers that be in a single day. Like they were making up for the times they had slackened off on messing up with his life.
And as if that wasn’t cruel enough, it just had to happen on his birthday!
His freakin’ birthday, for heaven’s fucking sake!
He walked into the bar without any clear goal in mind, with only a few yen enough to pay for a single drink.
He chose a booth in the farthest corner shrouded in more shadow than light, and slumped down on the seat heavily, practically wilting under the weight of his life.
He met a man there. One who had apparently been in the booth before him and who he instantly felt he could never forget.
With his prominent, reptilian face and deceptively arrogant air, Jun Matsumoto charmed him out of his mind within the first few seconds of their fated meeting.
“Are you all right?” Jun asked, jolting Satoshi out of his mesmerized admiration of the three beauty marks on the man’s lips.
“Y-Yeah.” He said, looking away in embarrassment. He had never thought moles could look so good on a man that way.
Then again, this man could sport a wart on his nose and it wouldn’t have taken anything from his perfection.
“Would you like something to drink?” Jun looked at him expectantly, intensely, and for some reason the “No” that started to form inside Satoshi’s head became a “Yes” when it slipped pass his lips.
And that was how it all started.
Within the first hour, Satoshi had already managed to share his whole life story to a man he had just met, willingly baring his soul to a stranger like it’s the most normal thing to do. Jun told him a few things about himself, too. Probably without intending to make him feel worse about his own pathetic existence, but that’s exactly what happened anyway.
Jun lived his life the way he wanted, following no rules but his own. Satoshi would probably die starving if he even attempted to do the same. Still, it didn’t stop him from wanting what he had already convinced himself he could never have.
Within the next half hour, Jun easily convinced him they should leave, made him say yes to staying over at Jun’s place for the time being, and get himself laid within the next hour... and two.
Jun asked him a couple of times if this was what he really wanted to do. First before kissing him roughly until he was sure his lips were about to bleed, then again before undressing him.
He could have said no both times. He wasn’t even drunk enough to blame anything on alcohol.
But he envied Jun for being able to live in the moment, so intensely that all he could think about was what’s stopping him now from doing the same?
So he relished every second, every minute he spent with the man, even despite knowing very little about him, or about what would become of them after this.
All that mattered were the heat of their bodies pressed together, the slick touch of skin on skin. Their limbs stretched, bent and intertwined, cupping their bodies together into a mutual rhythm of passion, like they were two estranged art pieces cast from the same mold.
When Jun told him he was a vampire, Satoshi didn’t really find it hard to believe anymore.
Jun did look the part, aside from the fact that the man had just bitten him in the middle of a frenzied foreplay.
Satoshi should probably consider it an asset how he wasn’t easily freaked out by anything at all. The weirder a thing was, the more curious he got. The more he wanted to try it out himself.
So it didn’t surprise him when the first question that escaped his lips was a slightly anxious and pathetically hopeful, “Am I going to become a vampire now, too?”
Jun chuckled and shook his head. “Only if I feed you my blood. And then kill you.”
“You’ll have to kill me?!” It didn’t sound all that appealing to him anymore.
“I’ll have to drain your blood then give you mine so you can heal and be revived into your new life,” Jun said calmly, carefully like he was explaining the truth about life to an innocent child. “You won’t become a vampire unless you stop being human first. You can’t have it both ways, Satoshi.”
“But you look human!”
“And still crave for blood. I may look human, but I can still kill you when you least expect it.”
Satoshi frowned at this and lost himself in quiet thought for the next full minute, feeling a little jittery at the possibility of Jun killing him in his sleep. The vampire must’ve felt him fidgeting in his arms, and so put a hand to his chin to lift his face and say, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do to you, you know that right?”
Looking into Jun’s eyes calmed him somewhat, and gave him back his voice and curiosity to keep asking his questions.
He learned that the first time a vampire gave a dying human his blood, it’s merely for turning.
“Even then, he’s still not a full vampire. He still needs to feed within the same day or he dies.” Jun turned to him and looked into his eyes, deeply as though trying to appeal to his soul. “A sire bond is formed when a vampire gives the same human his blood a second time. It should be done before the human feeds on his first victim, or else, the newly turned vampire may become wild, unfettered. Ruthless.”
“But you’re unfettered!” Satoshi pointed out. “And you look fine.”
“It wasn’t always the case,” Jun sneered. “Come to think of it, I can’t even remember how my master looked like.”
Satoshi’s jaw dropped when a sudden realization hit him. “How old are you exactly?!”
“Old enough to sire my own vampire...” Jun didn’t look at him, but the tone in his voice was enough to drive the final nail into Satoshi’s indecision.
“Aah... That’s interesting, ne.”
“One thing, though, Satoshi,” Jun’s voice was soft, surprisingly small and anxious. “You need to willingly take my blood the second time, or the bond won’t be created.”
“I can do that,” Satoshi said with conviction, as though being a vampire tonight was already a done deal.
“And when you wake up, you won’t have any memory of who you are and what happened to you. You won’t even remember what you’re supposed to do.”
“What...? Why?”
“You would have just died. It would take a while for the rest of your body to catch up with your transformation. Your memories are going to be pushed all the way to the back of the line.”
“I could go wild?”
“Yes.”
“We might not get bonded?”
“Yes.”
Satoshi’s spirits literally deflated. “What’s the point then?”
“The point is...” Jun began to say, pulling him closer and kissing the top of his head. “If you really want this, I can give it to you.”
“But—”
Jun lifted Satoshi’s face again, his gaze deep and mesmerizing. “Do you trust me, Satoshi?”
Even though he was thinking I don’t really know, Satoshi ended up saying, “Y-Yeah. I trust you.”
Jun leaned closer and captured his lips in a light and reassuring kiss. “Then it’s done.”
Satoshi closed his eyes and felt like there’s nothing he could ever want more than to die and live forever by Jun Matsumoto’s side.
The vampire pressed his lips to the crook of Satoshi’s neck, savors his scent lovingly before whispering into his ear, “Satoshi, how would you like to be reborn to ‘eternity’?”
His last human memory was of Jun’s fangs sinking into his skin for the second time that night.
Group/Pairing: Arashi/ Juntoshi (Jun/Ohno)
Prompt: Author’s Choice- Ohno’s Birthday+Vampire Ohno
Word Count: 2699
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU-Vampires/Fluff ¬.¬
Summary: Satoshi meets Jun on a night when the moon is full and his heart is barely beating.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: written for
yun_miyake and eiko_lotus’s Juntoshi Fic Contest and because Jun said he wanted a vampire!Ohno XD (Only Star, November 2013)He sees the man at a rarely visited area of the dimly lit forest park, leaning casually against a tree and looking absolutely majestic under the slivers of moonlight touching his face, like they too, are attracted to him.
The man is holding a small black box in his right hand, playing with it, throwing it up lightly and catching it with a swoop over and over while humming softly to himself.
The man is obviously waiting for someone. And it’s obviously not him.
Satoshi begins to approach anyway. He knows he must look slightly out of it, what with his blood-soaked shirt and blood smeared lips.
The man looks at him and doesn’t even flinch.
Then he smiles and somewhere in an untapped corner of Satoshi’s heart, he feels a small, as yet unfamiliar tug that stops him in his tracks and makes him forget for that one short moment what he has intended to do.
He smiles back, intentionally baring his fangs.
#
The man is running now and Satoshi is hardly keeping up.
He has never expected his prey to move this fast, like the man isn’t even human.
Satoshi is starting to doubt if he’s entirely not-human himself.
Where’s the super strength? The super speed? Why does he have to work this hard for his first meal?
Then again, why is he even giving chase when he can just turn around and find a more willing prey somewhere else?
Satoshi thinks this, but his body does the complete opposite.
They keep running, down quiet streets and into dark alleyways until they’re both eventually caught in an unforeseen dead-end.
Well, Satoshi can’t really say he hasn’t seen this coming.
The man turns around and looks at him. Satoshi can almost swear he saw a smirk touch those elegant lips a second before the pretty face stretches into a voiceless scream.
The famished vampire doesn’t waste a moment to pounce.
And bite.
#
Satoshi knows he’s dying. It’s only a matter of time.
It’s pretty hard to deny this now that he can practically feel himself bleeding from the half-healed bite wounds on his neck that has just reopened for some reason, and he’s gagging himself numb from the coppery aftertaste of the blood he has just forced down his throat.
He falls to his hands and knees and barely hears the abrupt thud of the man he has just bitten dropping in a gasping heap beside him.
“Please,” the man says, his voice more air than sound. “Please... Please... Stop...”
A small part of Satoshi wants to laugh. Who is this man kidding? His limbs are not even strong enough to hold him up for another minute! Where in the world would he find the strength for a follow-up attack?
Then again, he’s also still very hungry, so hungry that even his fresh new fangs are trembling, and there seems to be no other human in sight.
Not that feeding on this particular human is helping him anyway. If anything, it’s just making him feel worse!
He doesn’t like the taste of blood at all. And although it feels warm inside his mouth, it draws the coldest chill down his throat when he swallows, staggering his nerves and smothering his senses.
Is there a proper way of doing this that he hasn’t been told about? Because he seriously hates having to figure out these things on his own—
Then again, how the hell did he end up in this tight pinch anyway? In this alley with this man?
Satoshi tries to turn his head to the side and groans, his insides coiling from the persistent burn of his unsatisfied hunger, more so when the thick scent of blood in the air clamps over his nose like a wad of freshly trimmed tuna.
“Please,” he hears the man say again, and it pulls him back into focus long enough to wonder why the man is still here. Why is he still pressing himself against the wall, clutching a hand to his bleeding neck and looking at Satoshi with those wide terror-stricken eyes?
Surely a single bite and a couple drops of blood drawn haven’t crippled the man’s ability to run and save himself, right?
Satoshi never gets to think further than this when his gut churns again like it did the first time. Gripping, paralyzing, and filling him up with so much want that he ends up sprawling on the ground, writhing and whining in agony, his arms wrapped tightly around his waist like he thinks it can help lessen the painful craving.
It doesn’t.
He wants to feed. He needs to feed.
But he doesn’t want the taste of blood touching his lips ever again.
He starts feeling cold and stiff, as though his blood, his veins, and just about everything else inside him is turning to ice. His breath hitches, his heartbeat subsides, his eyes flutter close with a sharp gasp.
He’s dying. This time, he knows this for sure.
A strange sound escapes his throat, a cross between a choked gurgle and a broken moan, when he feels a pair of arms pulling him up from the concrete.
He grumbles a wordless protest and turns his face away from the scent of blood hovering over his nose.
“Sssshhh...” says a calming voice, like a breeze wrapping him up in comfort. “Drink.”
As though compelled by an unseen force, Satoshi opens his mouth and sinks his fangs into the readily offered skin, his eyes snapping open at the sudden burst of blood from the wrist pressed against his lips.
The initial taste is not much different from what he has thrown up the first time. The passage of blood down his throat is still chilling, unpleasant, but the pair of mesmerizing eyes looking down at him with a silent command and a hint of affection distracts him enough to keep sucking and swallowing despite his discomfort.
Until he realizes it doesn’t bother him anymore. The taste, the sensations, the realization that he would have to feed on blood for the rest of his life to survive...
It takes Satoshi another moment to completely pull his senses back together and recognize the man he’s been staring at for the past couple of minutes, who has also been giving him blood like it’s the most normal thing to do.
It’s the same man he’s just bitten a while ago. Except that this man doesn’t seem all that much of a stranger anymore—
The sudden rush of memories would’ve been overwhelming if he were human, which he no longer is.
So every sight, sound, excitement and confusion of the last several hours fit right into the gaps in his memories as though they have never been lost at all.
He remembers every single moment he has spent with this man—his lover, his sire—and suddenly, his new life doesn’t seem all that bad...
“Idiot,” the man smirks, pulling his wrist away to brush his fingers affectionately down Satoshi’s cheek. “I thought for a moment there I had lost you, Satoshi.”
Satoshi grins, amused. He clutches the man’s hand and pulls it close to his lips to kiss his palm without breaking eye contact. “I remember,” he says, his gaze slipping down to the beauty marks on the man’s lips he has adored since the very second they laid eyes on each other. “I remember.”
“Took you long enough, my love...”
Satoshi sighs and leans closer into the man’s warm and protective embrace.
He doesn’t really think five hours is all that long.
But then the next moment, Jun is slipping a ring into his finger and is telling him how it symbolizes their eternal bond, and nothing else matters anymore.
“It will also protect you from the sun, so don’t ever take it off, you hear?”
Satoshi snorts and smirks in response. “I love you, too, Jun-kun.”
#
Five hours earlier...
It felt like a lifetime ago since Satoshi Ohno found himself wandering into some random bar in a daze, not really caring where he was sitting or who he was sitting with.
As far as he was concerned, his life was already over.
He lost his job, his lover, his house, his pet dog, his everything in an interconnected string of misfortunes all crammed by the powers that be in a single day. Like they were making up for the times they had slackened off on messing up with his life.
And as if that wasn’t cruel enough, it just had to happen on his birthday!
His freakin’ birthday, for heaven’s fucking sake!
He walked into the bar without any clear goal in mind, with only a few yen enough to pay for a single drink.
He chose a booth in the farthest corner shrouded in more shadow than light, and slumped down on the seat heavily, practically wilting under the weight of his life.
He met a man there. One who had apparently been in the booth before him and who he instantly felt he could never forget.
With his prominent, reptilian face and deceptively arrogant air, Jun Matsumoto charmed him out of his mind within the first few seconds of their fated meeting.
“Are you all right?” Jun asked, jolting Satoshi out of his mesmerized admiration of the three beauty marks on the man’s lips.
“Y-Yeah.” He said, looking away in embarrassment. He had never thought moles could look so good on a man that way.
Then again, this man could sport a wart on his nose and it wouldn’t have taken anything from his perfection.
“Would you like something to drink?” Jun looked at him expectantly, intensely, and for some reason the “No” that started to form inside Satoshi’s head became a “Yes” when it slipped pass his lips.
And that was how it all started.
Within the first hour, Satoshi had already managed to share his whole life story to a man he had just met, willingly baring his soul to a stranger like it’s the most normal thing to do. Jun told him a few things about himself, too. Probably without intending to make him feel worse about his own pathetic existence, but that’s exactly what happened anyway.
Jun lived his life the way he wanted, following no rules but his own. Satoshi would probably die starving if he even attempted to do the same. Still, it didn’t stop him from wanting what he had already convinced himself he could never have.
Within the next half hour, Jun easily convinced him they should leave, made him say yes to staying over at Jun’s place for the time being, and get himself laid within the next hour... and two.
Jun asked him a couple of times if this was what he really wanted to do. First before kissing him roughly until he was sure his lips were about to bleed, then again before undressing him.
He could have said no both times. He wasn’t even drunk enough to blame anything on alcohol.
But he envied Jun for being able to live in the moment, so intensely that all he could think about was what’s stopping him now from doing the same?
So he relished every second, every minute he spent with the man, even despite knowing very little about him, or about what would become of them after this.
All that mattered were the heat of their bodies pressed together, the slick touch of skin on skin. Their limbs stretched, bent and intertwined, cupping their bodies together into a mutual rhythm of passion, like they were two estranged art pieces cast from the same mold.
When Jun told him he was a vampire, Satoshi didn’t really find it hard to believe anymore.
Jun did look the part, aside from the fact that the man had just bitten him in the middle of a frenzied foreplay.
Satoshi should probably consider it an asset how he wasn’t easily freaked out by anything at all. The weirder a thing was, the more curious he got. The more he wanted to try it out himself.
So it didn’t surprise him when the first question that escaped his lips was a slightly anxious and pathetically hopeful, “Am I going to become a vampire now, too?”
Jun chuckled and shook his head. “Only if I feed you my blood. And then kill you.”
“You’ll have to kill me?!” It didn’t sound all that appealing to him anymore.
“I’ll have to drain your blood then give you mine so you can heal and be revived into your new life,” Jun said calmly, carefully like he was explaining the truth about life to an innocent child. “You won’t become a vampire unless you stop being human first. You can’t have it both ways, Satoshi.”
“But you look human!”
“And still crave for blood. I may look human, but I can still kill you when you least expect it.”
Satoshi frowned at this and lost himself in quiet thought for the next full minute, feeling a little jittery at the possibility of Jun killing him in his sleep. The vampire must’ve felt him fidgeting in his arms, and so put a hand to his chin to lift his face and say, “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do to you, you know that right?”
Looking into Jun’s eyes calmed him somewhat, and gave him back his voice and curiosity to keep asking his questions.
He learned that the first time a vampire gave a dying human his blood, it’s merely for turning.
“Even then, he’s still not a full vampire. He still needs to feed within the same day or he dies.” Jun turned to him and looked into his eyes, deeply as though trying to appeal to his soul. “A sire bond is formed when a vampire gives the same human his blood a second time. It should be done before the human feeds on his first victim, or else, the newly turned vampire may become wild, unfettered. Ruthless.”
“But you’re unfettered!” Satoshi pointed out. “And you look fine.”
“It wasn’t always the case,” Jun sneered. “Come to think of it, I can’t even remember how my master looked like.”
Satoshi’s jaw dropped when a sudden realization hit him. “How old are you exactly?!”
“Old enough to sire my own vampire...” Jun didn’t look at him, but the tone in his voice was enough to drive the final nail into Satoshi’s indecision.
“Aah... That’s interesting, ne.”
“One thing, though, Satoshi,” Jun’s voice was soft, surprisingly small and anxious. “You need to willingly take my blood the second time, or the bond won’t be created.”
“I can do that,” Satoshi said with conviction, as though being a vampire tonight was already a done deal.
“And when you wake up, you won’t have any memory of who you are and what happened to you. You won’t even remember what you’re supposed to do.”
“What...? Why?”
“You would have just died. It would take a while for the rest of your body to catch up with your transformation. Your memories are going to be pushed all the way to the back of the line.”
“I could go wild?”
“Yes.”
“We might not get bonded?”
“Yes.”
Satoshi’s spirits literally deflated. “What’s the point then?”
“The point is...” Jun began to say, pulling him closer and kissing the top of his head. “If you really want this, I can give it to you.”
“But—”
Jun lifted Satoshi’s face again, his gaze deep and mesmerizing. “Do you trust me, Satoshi?”
Even though he was thinking I don’t really know, Satoshi ended up saying, “Y-Yeah. I trust you.”
Jun leaned closer and captured his lips in a light and reassuring kiss. “Then it’s done.”
Satoshi closed his eyes and felt like there’s nothing he could ever want more than to die and live forever by Jun Matsumoto’s side.
The vampire pressed his lips to the crook of Satoshi’s neck, savors his scent lovingly before whispering into his ear, “Satoshi, how would you like to be reborn to ‘eternity’?”
His last human memory was of Jun’s fangs sinking into his skin for the second time that night.
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